My confidence comes back.He asks a few easy questions. I've prepared and I provide smart answers quickly. After the last slide I pause and feel a grin...pull up the corner of my lips. I did it.We sit silently for a few seconds. His eyes are piercing. The silence lasts a second longer than is comfortable before he breaks it with a final question.When that question drops I feel my face flush quickly with heat. That is a question I'm not prepared for! How did he pick up on the one topic that I. And I picture Dad, standing there with Mom, ready to join with her in walking me down the aisle, to give me away to Larry. Such a silly expression, giving me away. They would always be my parents, and I would always love them, would always be their daughter.But then my mind went back to that awesome evening so many years ago when we had done what father and daughter are not supposed to do together. It had been a cold winter's night in Gillette. Mom was on the night shift in the hospital. When she learned to fully take in my cock, I began to bang as hard as I could into her pelvis. I held her up by her thighs as I impaled the young girl on my spear. I wanted her to feel my cock inside her body as much as she possibly could. In a little while she was screaming my name as I fucked my little, sweet Katrina harder and harder and harder and harder. It was so fucking erotic. I could see the sweat forming between our hot bodies as I rammed my rigid cock repeatedly up into her tight. All in all, a slight baby face. She wore a cute light blue mini dress with silver trimming. It was extra short, just about covering her extremely shapely ass. It also dipped low, showing off her cleavage, not that she had too much of one. I wanted her. I got off my bar stool and walked over to her. “Hi there, I see your new here. Can I get you a drink?” She looked at me, smiling sweetly, she nodded. I took her by the hand, leading her to the bar. I ordered her a Mojito, at the same time.